Wonder of Seedlings

I went to see my Grandpa and we walked out near the road. We passed pods of seeds clinging to the rough open husks, ready to fly away. The seeds were attached by silky white parachutes of fluff, light enough to catch the wind and be carried to root near or far away. I pulled two overflowing handfuls of glossy, vivid seedlings and brought them to my Grandpa to stroke over the top of his hands as they rested on the handles of the walker. He smiled at the texture and beauty. He smiled and we walked on to where we had a view of the community and waving grasses over the fancy water drainage system they created in return for a badly needed stop light at the entrance. It was a day of sensations, breezes blowing, seedlings, grasses, pavement under our feet, enjoying our visit. Beautiful!